The MRI was fun: thirty minutes of listening to new age flutes and whistles through my headphones while a jackhammer pounded in the background, punctuated by screeches and clanks. One good thing about running, though. I've gotten good at ignoring discomfort, including alarming sounds. In fact, the so-called "spa" music got on my nerves more than the construction noise.
Of course, as soon as I got home I couldn't resist putting the CD they gave me in my computer and checking out the results. After spending half an hour scrutinizing the blobs and blurs, I decided that either half of my left hip is missing or I have no idea what I'm looking at. Hopefully the doctor can figure it out.
So now I wait for the verdict. Is there a marathon in my future? Or am I destined to spend my old age plodding along on the treadmill, mentally reliving my glory years? Stay tuned to find out...
We need a lunch date... that's all I'm saying.
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